Chapter 169: Chapter 67: Elder Sha, Please Lend Your Aid

Yan Ran cultivates the Divination Technique, and his Heart Lamp is also related to this technique.

However, even the Divination Technique has no possibility of involving fate.

Fate, causality, are simply not things that mortals can involve themselves with. Perhaps only Immortals have the qualifications to touch that level.

Yan Ran’s divination skill can predict general fortunes and misfortunes, which is quite profound. The divination cannot be applied to oneself, and for others, it can only be conducted through equivalent exchange, similar to disaster blocking, taking the blame, or offsetting good and evil, only slightly interfering as such, and the price is not small.

“Wait a minute! You mean… Wu Ye saw the so-called outcome of fate, which is why he acted this way.”

Yan Ran immediately said.

Wuxin’s eyes remained downcast, “This monk… feels some regret…”

Wuxin’s skin began to rapidly wrinkle and age.

It was as if time was speeding up at countless times on him.

Wuxin’s appearance aged visibly, quickly transforming into a withered old monk.

The old monk raised his head again, his eyes only filled with cloudiness.

“The cause has been set, the effect has been determined, yet this monk doesn’t even have the qualification to glimpse it.”

“Forget it, everything is over, including this city…”

“No more struggling…”

Bi Zhu’s pupils contracted, he suddenly recalled something, looking at the elder in disbelief.

“Great Compassion Temple… the abbot of Great Compassion Temple… how…”

As these words were uttered, a chill rose from the back of everyone present.

“This monk originally intended to use the Golden Cicada Shell technique to leave this place… such arrogance…”

“Amitabha Buddha, this time, this monk will go to meet the Buddha…” Every inch of the old monk’s skin began to crumble into ash, as if weathered by endless years.

Everyone watched him coldly.

Until only a piece of clothing was left on the ground.

“What… what on earth!”

“Damn, I don’t believe it!”

Yan Ran’s eyes flashed with shock; he was slightly silent, seeing everyone watching him.

Everyone knew Yan Ran was skilled in the Divination Technique.

Yan Ran spoke in a hoarse voice, “I don’t know what evil possessed Master Wuxin, talking nonsense. Let’s stick to the plan.”

“Yes…”

“First, let’s see if we can leave this city.”

The group immediately split into two paths, one went to withstand the shockwaves from the sky battle, while the other headed to the city gate.

A considerable crowd had already gathered at the city gate, squeezing at the entrance, while the Mingwu City officials tried to communicate with them, creating a chaotic scene.

“Go to the wall.”

Several figures climbed up the wall like swift swallows.

Amidst the chaos in the city, no one paid attention to them.

“Damn, why can’t we get out!”

On the wall, a few scattered Heart Lamp Cultivators were already present. As for Martial Artists? No matter how proficient in Lightweight Skill, they couldn’t climb this specially designed wall.

Not all Heart Lamp Cultivators were willing to risk their lives to save others.

The Heart Lamp Cultivators here had the same idea as Yan Ran and the others, trying to see if they could leave the city to avoid disaster.

Any keen-sensed Heart Lamp Cultivator could sense the strange atmosphere in the city.

And in front of the wall, it seemed like there was a transparent air wall blocking them.

Li Tianming first lost patience, wanting to try and break this invisible wall of air.

“Don’t waste your energy.” A voice filled with resignation came from the side.

Everyone looked over and saw a young man in blue sitting casually on the wall, looking up at the sky as if watching the battle above.

“Brother Jiang Ming?” Bi Zhu was startled, recognizing Jiang Ming.

Yan Ran felt Bi Zhu seemed familiar but couldn’t place him.

Bi Zhu quickly explained Jiang Ming’s background to Yan Ran and the others.

Previously, Jiang Ming had notably helped Bi Zhu, Li Tianming, and Wuxin openly.

Soon, an image of a mysterious figure, hidden in the bustling city, indifferent to cultivation and power, appeared before them.

“I arrived here long ago, you simply can’t get out…”

Jiang Ming sighed helplessly.

“Are all Great Lii’s cities like this?”

The current scene looked all too familiar…

Jiang Ming raised his head, looking at the two streams of light in the sky.

True Essence surged into his eyes, and Jiang Ming barely caught their afterimages.

One of Wu Ye’s arms had disappeared, and half of the young girl’s body was battered, yet both seemed to have strong regenerative powers, their injuries healing rapidly.

“The root cause lies with them; once they’re dealt with, the crisis will defuse naturally.”

Jiang Ming raised his hand and pointed to the sky.

Some of the surrounding cultivators heard him and were speechless.

Yan Ran and Bi Zhu, however, felt Jiang Ming might have a contingency plan.

But what contingency plan could solve such a problem?

Those were Divine Treasure Level beings!

Even if Jiang Ming possessed some mystery, so what?

“Do you think people are initially good or evil…”

Jiang Ming walked to the edge of the inner wall, overlooking the entire city.

Some took advantage of the chaos, some fled in hysteria, some disregarded danger.

The complexity of human nature was displayed vividly at this moment.

There were cultivators severely injured to resist shockwaves and save mortals, and martial artists drawing knives silently approaching fallen cultivators for inheritance.

Some fled heedlessly, oblivious to their steps, while others adhered to their duties, maintaining order, dispelling chaos.

Even Guardian Envoys, willing to sacrifice countless lives to change fate.

The battle in the sky had reached the most intense moment.

Primordial Power clashed with another force, a stream of light shooting straight toward the wall.

“Not good! Run!”

“Brother Jiang, duck!” Bi Zhu rushed to shield Jiang Ming.

Jiang Ming sidestepped slightly, making Bi Zhu miss.

“You’re crazy, you.” Bi Zhu looked up, finding Jiang Ming staring fixedly at the mid-air.

Watching the approaching stream of light.

The stream of light seemed as an unstoppable meteor, the remnant power of a Divine Treasure Level being enough to obliterate them like ants.

But… before the stream of light… there seemed to be a figure.

“Ah!” The people on the wall instinctively covered their faces.

In the next moment, the blinding light disappeared.

Someone opened their eyes to see.

Strands of hair flew, a bright yellow dress flowing gently, a fair hand crushed the stream of light.

A woman in yellow stood mid-air, looking up at the sky.

The woman’s appearance was exquisitely beautiful and proud, with an absolute sense of oppression.

Like a dragon over ants, everyone felt suffocated.

Until a figure broke the suffocating tension.

Jiang Ming saluted the sky, saying in a deep voice, “Elder Sha, please assist.”

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